“Oh. Aye, of course.”
She turned away, probably so that he could not see her blush, but he could imagine it anyway.
The ropes creaked under his weight. He clambered awkwardly onto the bed, sinking into the straw mattress. He preferred a harder bed, and sometimes slept better on the ground than he did on the finest feather beds.
Somehow, I daenae feel like I will be sleeping much tonight.
He rolled onto his back, the pillow dipping under his head, and stared up at the ceiling.
Skye shifted beside him, clearing her throat.
“Are ye comfortable?” she asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Are ye going to tuck me in?”
She huffed, obviously annoyed at his tone. “Fine. Goodnight, then.”
She scrambled to turn over, her back facing him.
With a long sigh, Evander propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over to blow out the candle.
It’s going to be a long night.
